Noteworthy: Somebody That I Used to Know.

Don't mess with Mama!

Yesterday after a beautiful day at church, I walked home with my friends and chatted with my dear friend, Brynn. As I started back to my house, I could smell the BBQ aroma. So, instead of going through the front door, I headed towards the back yard. 

I wish I took a picture- my dad stood there observing the ash tree in our back yard. I greeted him and asked what he was doing. He went into great detail of how the tree had about 26 inches of new growth and how he was concerned that bugs might be eating away at our tree... he reminded me a lot of my grandpas. 

As he was discussing the ash tree with me, we noticed an obnoxious chirp coming from behind us. To our surprise we found Mama Bird, outside of her nest, chirping at us. She was annoyed that we were too close to her babies. She was trying to get us to back off- man that mama was vicious!

I slowly walked into my house, trying not to get too close to her babies. As soon as I got into the house, I looked out my window to see how Mama responded.  She had gone back to her nest.

Hey, at least she cares about her babies. I have a feeling we won't be on very good terms this summer...

Speaking of Summer...  IT'S HERE!!!!

Save The Shop Around the Corner and you will save your soul.

Need a sensational soundtrack to listen to this weekend? Don't you worry, I've got you covered.  I couldn't get the full versions of all of the songs, but hey now you have something to look up, something to listen to this weekend.

When I was taking pictures for photography class, I came upon these flowers and I bet you can guess what my first thought was. If you guess that quote from You've Got Mail, you would be correct. And it's definitely true. Daisies are the friendliest flower.

I'm watching the movie this weekend and listening to the soundtrack on my way to work. I absolutely love this movie as well as the soundtrack. The YGM Suite is my theme song for most mornings. I reenact the parts in the song, but apply it to my morning duties. It can make my mornings pretty dramatic sometimes.

My friends, you may be annoyed with my love for daisies and titling notes with "you need quiet while a hot dog is singing?" and desperately wishing I could go to New York in the fall and carry around a bouquet of freshly sharpened pencils and smelling scotch tape... come to think of it, that's probably where my obsession with tape came from... I think it's a rather fine obsession though, very... unique.

Don't worry. I'm still working on it.

fingertips trembling though they may be.

I can't sleep. I haven't slept in over a week. Of course I have laid in bed and closed my eyes for a few hours, but that's not sleep. Right as I feel myself sinking into the sheets, my alarm goes off. I hit snooze, hoping I can sink deeper and get some sleep. I hit the snooze button twice. Nothing happens. I'm still without sleep. In those hours of so-called sleep I have the weirdest dreams. My dreams make it embarrassing to go out in public. I can't look at people without weird feelings sprouting up. Will I ever feel normal?

I stretch in class and I automatically think of the Stretch Theory. I think about what I am doing and I become self conscious that others are watching me, too. I am afraid of what they are thinking. And then I am reminded that none of them even know what the Stretch Theory is about.

Choir Tour Series: Coming Soon

One day, I'll get around to writing what I call my "Choir Tour Series" posts. As for now, you will just have to deal with these very few pictures I have at the moment.


PROM: TOMORROW!!

Spring Break: Obsessions

Our family went to St. George for the first half of spring break. I was pretty lame and forgot to take pictures... I hope you forgive me. Besides, I didn't think you would be interested in seeing us swimming, sleeping, or watching The Biggest Loser- that is just so boring! 

My sibs have become obsessed with playing this game called Draw Something on their iTouches. I don't understand. I'm not talking about Draw Something but about the iTouch as a whole. What makes it so desirable? How do people become consumed by their games? What makes cutting a rope to feed a monster a piece of candy entertaining? In the car ride home from St George I overheard Goose ask my dad a question that made me chuckle:

Hey dad, can I upgrade the Moron Test 2?

I knew what she was talking about, but I still couldn't help but laugh at the oddness of that question. 

Can anybody explain to me what makes the iTouch so addicting?

While my sibs obsessed over their games, I have been obsessing over this book:

Usually when I am in St. George on vacation, I am constantly worried about my pale skin becoming a beautiful brown. This time I said to myself, To heck with tan skin! and instead of tanning I swam in the hotel pool. Unfortunately the pool was not open for an hour after the time posted on the door. My mom was determined to get a head start on her tan so the entire family staked out on the pool deck, taking the best chairs available. I had no desire to just lay there so I went back to our hotel room to get my book. 

We waited for an hour. As time slowly went by, the young ones became more and more impatient. As for me, I was content just sitting there reading my book while allowing the sunshine to warm up my cold body. I didn't worry about my position on the chair and what would be the best tanning strategy. I was more worried about how to make my eyes adjust to the light bouncing off the pages as I was trying to read. As a result, I now have splotchy sun burns on my legs and arms. Ha.

Anywhoooo... read this book! Every time I read it I have to force myself to stop so I can get some sleep. This book makes me want to be a mom more than anything. I am so excited to be married and have my own little family! I know it will be beautiful!

But right now, I am just a teenager in high school. Excited for choir tour.

Choir Tour 2012: 9 Days